Romeo and Juliet(the balcony

scene)

But, soft! What light through yonder window

breaks?It is my lady, O, it is my love!O, that she knew she were!

She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?Her eye discourses; I will answer it.

I am too bold, ’tis not to me she speaks.See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!

O, that I were a glove upon that hand,That I might touch that cheek!

ROMEO:

Ay me!

JULIET:

She speaks.

O, speak again, bright angel!

ROMEO:

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou

Romeo?Deny thy father and refuse thy name;

Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.

JULIET:

Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?

ROMEO:

‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy;

Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.What’s Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,

Nor arm, nor face, nor any other partBelonging to a man. O, be some other name!What’s in a name? that which we call a roseBy any other name would smell as sweet;

So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d,Retain that dear perfection which he owesWithout that title. Romeo, doff thy name,

And for that name which is no part of theeTake all myself.

JULIET:

I take thee at thy word:

Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptized;Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

ROMEO:

What man art thou that thus bescreen’d

in nightSo stumblest on my counsel?

JULIET:

By a name

I know not how to tell thee who I am:My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,

Because it is an enemy to thee;Had I it written, I would tear the word.

ROMEO:

My ears have not yet drunk a hundred

wordsOf that tongue’s utterance, yet I know the

sound: Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?

JULIET:

Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.

ROMEO:

And the place death, considering who

thou art,If any of my kinsmen find thee here.

JULIET:

I have night’s cloak to hide me from their

sight;And but thou love me, let them find me

here:My life were better ended by their hate,Than death prorogued, wanting of thy

love.

ROMEO:

Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say

‘Ay’.

JULIET:

If my heart’s dear love—I swear oh Juliet!

ROMEO:

Sweet, good night!

JULIET:

O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?

ROMEO:

What satisfaction canst thou have to-

night?

JULIET:

The exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for

mine.

ROMEO:

I gave thee mine before thou didst

request it.Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be

true.Stay but a little, I will come again.

JULIET:

O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard.Being in night, all this is but a dream,Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.

ROMEO:

Three words, dear Romeo, and good night

indeed.If that thy bent of love be honourable,

Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow,

By one that I’ll procure to come to thee,Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite;

And all my fortunes at thy foot I’ll layAnd follow thee my lord throughout the world.

JULIET:

[Within] Madam!

Nurse:

I come, anon.–But if thou mean’st not

well,I do beseech thee-

JULIET:

[Within] Madam!

Nurse:

By and by, I come:–

To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief:

To-morrow will I send.

JULIET:

So thrive my soul–

ROMEO:

A thousand times good night!

JULIET:

Romeo!

JULIET:

My dear?

ROMEO:

Good night, good night! parting is such

sweet sorrow,That I shall say good night till it be

morrow.

JULIET:

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